He held her tightly, his cock still inside her pulsing cunt, still hard and throbbing for her. He closed his eyes and exhaled a deep gravelly breath. As she lay there in his arms, he could feel the vibrations in her body and the little sighs and gasps that escaped her lips as her body calmed and settled. The corners of his mouth turned upward and he indulged in a deeply satisfied grin. He chuckled softly and then silenced himself when he heard her moan and he realized the sound roused her.
"Shhhhhhh." He gently whispered and then felt her sigh deeply and nestle snugly into his arms. All this time, he thought, all the searching for the one who is worthy of the training. So many times before he had gotten his hopes up, thinking he had finally found her, only to be disappointed...bitterly so in some instances. Once or twice, they had even made it to the bar downstairs, only to be spooked away by something. Several times he had been in a murderous rage toward Stu. He could think of at least three very promising candidates who ran out in hysterics after being mishandled by him. He stifled another laugh, thinking about how Alexis had forced Stu into premature ejaculation. He stroked her hair gently and thought: That's my girl. She's so fragile and yet so strong and resilient.
She amazed him with her willingness to offer herself to him and to open herself to his instruction. She was a treasure and he held her closely, gently, almost reverently. He resisted the urge to crush her savagely beneath his muscled body and ravish her yet again. No, he commanded himself. His iron will of self control was impenetrable. He smiled again as he thought: Well, almost. There were moments with her when even he lost himself momentarily.
He had resisted getting his hopes up this time, in fact, he couldn't remember the last time he allowed himself to hope that one would go the distance. He had begun to wonder if his lack of optimism had destined the whole damn thing to failure. And just when he was considering chucking the whole thing and moving on, she walked in.
He shuddered as he realized how close he came to just letting her get her refund and walk back out the door. But there had just been something about the way she had looked at him; it moved him. Her eyes were equal measures of innocent angel and lustful diva. As he revisited the memory of that first moment, he felt his cock twitch inside her warm sheath and he slid his hands purposefully to her breasts.
She was sleeping now; her breathing was steady and peaceful. Her chest was rising and falling gracefully. He reached for the cool cotton sheet and covered their naked bodies and then slowly and with tremendous care, he began to caress and gently massage her naked body. It was a sensual act, not overtly sexual, though his cock argued fiercely as it throbbed inside her body, returning to full rigidity.
She sighed and moaned in her sleep as his strong hands expertly massaged her aching shoulders and neck, moving down her body, pausing only momentarily on her breasts, continuing to massage her hips and thighs. He reveled in her soft roundness, like a succulent peach bursting to be savored and devoured. He felt a tug in his heart to match the ache in his groin. His military discipline was useful as he resisted the urge to move his fingers to her soft folds and delicious wetness. He smiled wickedly as he thought to himself, if I am to teach her patience, perhaps I should remind myself of that virtue as well. His fingers and cock twitched in unison and he closed his eyes, memorizing her shape, her softness, the sound of her breathing, and the little dreamy sighs of her somnolent state.
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Dreams. Floating. Warmth. Security. Safety.
I dreamt of shapeless, abstract images. It was a slumber so sound that the dreams feel real and waking feels artificial. And so when I did begin to drift back into wakefulness, I was not certain whether his hands on my body were real or a figment of my dreams. Only when he happened to touch a particularly bruised spot on my body, causing me to flinch, did I remember where I was and what had just taken place.
He had made love to me. He had made love to me so warmly, tenderly and erotically. He had given me all of himself; he had given me everything I had begged for and more. I sleepily moved my hands toward his; my limbs felt unbearably heavy, still weighed down by sleep.
He felt me stir and leaned in to kiss my ear. His hands met mine and our fingers entwined together. Through the open window, I could see stars twinkling in the dark sky and could hear the cicadas and the nightingales joining the familiar symphony of this part of the world, so familiar from my childhood. His teeth grazed my earlobe and I shivered. My entire body suddenly jolted from peaceful slumber to electric arousal. He could feel the change in my posture, my muscles, my breathing and I heard him chuckle soft and low.
"Someone is awake now, hmmmm?"
I stifled a yawn and arched my back, stretching like a cat after a long snooze in the sun. The flat of his hand followed the long line of my body from fingertip to shoulder to back to derriere to thigh and back up again. He playfully and easily grasped both of my wrists with one large hand and placed the other hand on my chin, turning my face toward his. He kissed me softly and carefully.
I held back, remembering his caution from earlier, only meeting his kiss with equal gentleness, even though every fiber of my being wished to kiss him hungrily, desperately, passionately. Of course he knew this. He chuckled as he continued to kiss me with a softness that would have seemed filled with temerity had we not shared the events of the previous days.
He broke the kiss and breathed hotly in my ear, "Good girl. Your self control is growing; you are learning so well. Very pleasing."
I beamed and basked in his praise.
He whispered, "You want more, don't you my sweet slut?"
"Yesss." I whispered.
"Tell me what you want." He calmly instructed.
"You." I said with stronger voice. "I want you, again. Please?"
I looked up at him and longed to move my lips to his, but I held still. He watched my inner struggle with a sly smile on his face.
"Alexis? Look at me."
I gazed into his eyes and marveled at their depth and kindness. The lines on his face only added to his allure and his appeal. "You want to act, don't you?"
I nodded.
"But you are holding back?"
I nodded again, more vigorously.
"And you are doing this because you think it is what I wish?"
I exhaled slowly, "Yessss."
He smiled broadly and stroked my hair, releasing my wrists and pulling me close, whispering in my ear. "Listen carefully, Alexis. I instructed you to do that before so that you could concentrate on the feelings inside your body and your mind without the distraction of your own acts."
He kissed my cheek and continued, "You exceeded my expectations and have truly pleased me. But you have to understand one thing. Ultimately, I do not want you to deny your natural impulses. What I want is quite the opposite in fact."
He sat up and pulled me into a sitting position facing him. He held both my hands and looked into my eyes. "I never want you to deny your natural impulses ever again. Do you understand?" I nodded slowly.
He continued, "I will often limit your ability to act and I will frequently instruct you to wait my command or permission before you act; however, I always want your honesty about what you desire and what you are willing to do."
He smiled warmly and gently touched my cheek, "This is your wake-up call. Embrace the liberated sexual being that you now are, Alexis. And now, tell me what you want."
I felt my heart soar and I could not help the near giddy smile that emerged on my face.
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He said to her, "...tell me what you want." Her smile was radiant. He lost himself in her smile; it was sweet and innocent, naughty and wanton. She looked at him and mustered the courage to reach for him and touch his face. Her voice was low and steady, without a hint of the trepidation that was there in the beginning. Her desire was strong and her intentions were easily read in her eyes. It made his mind and heart and body respond palpably.
She held his face in her soft hand and whispered, "Right now, I would love to kiss you."
He gave her a nod of permission and she moved lithely toward him on her knees. She rested her body next to his outstretched legs and leaned into him. Her hands were holding his face as though he were the fragile one. He struggled to control his breath as he realized that perhaps he was just that in this precise moment. She did not close her eyes, but moved toward him with calm purpose.
First she brushed her lips across his as he had done to hers earlier. He smiled as he felt the same urge he knew she had felt then as well. He resisted all his carnal urges and allowed her to follow through with initiating the kiss.
She slid her hands up into his curly hair and grazed his scalp with her fingernails. She sighed hotly and pressed her lips more firmly onto his, gently teasing his lips with the tip of her tongue. He allowed her to part his lips and he felt her soft warm tongue probing his mouth. He touched his tongue to hers, tasting her, feeling the need rise inside him. She made a noise that was not quite a moan, not quite a growl. It reminded him of a cat's throaty purr. It was incredibly arousing and he wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her closer
She held his head as she began to kiss him more and more hungrily. He responded with equal passion and ferocity. He could sense her arousal and smell evidence of her renewed wetness. It made him stiff with desire for her. He broke the kiss and stroked her hair as she gasped at the sudden absence of his lips.
